I am sure I'd be aghast if I saw this at NGLA or Cypress Point, but I've got to admit a certain partiality to a smokin' hot, 30-something beer cart girl in tennis shorts and low cut top. Yes, I do flirt shamelessly, yes I tip them pretty well and yes I am inclined to have one too many because I cannot resist a cold beer served by a sexy woman.
Sorry, but as I have gotten older and come around to the Tom Paul "Big Tent" theory, it is easier to simply give up the pretenses of a golfing purist once in a while and enjoy the CCFAD experience for its empty entertainment. All Fazio courses look alike, but they are always in great shape and visually alluring, so there is no harm in throwing my bag on a buggy (though I still walk) and clearing my bleeding brain of thought for an afternoon.
In the end, I think it becomes a form of mediation, like contemplating my navel. There was a time when I somehow felt dirty having compromised my lofty principles; when I was younger and more idealistic, I fancied myself above this sort of overpriced, strategically bereft, "Corporate Outing" pap-golf.
Now, I am just another middle-aged dork waddling down the fairway playing the "hold on for dear life block-shot" off the tee, trying not to lay the sod over my wedge shots. Once you even get the yips putting cross-handed, there is nothing left to live for beyond leering at the beer wench.
I am not sure if this is worth it, or even too gratuitous or chauvinistic a topic for this esteemed board, but how about a thread on the hottest cart girl and any amusing or interesting story to go with it?